You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
Cheney goes to Kansas, and people act like he is the Pope, the Dalai Lama, and Paul McCartney, all rolled up into one. I wouldn't understand that worshipful attitude about anyone, much less frickin' Cheney!
“It’s just such a big thrill to see and hear this man,” says Marvin Smith, a farmer and former teacher.
Mr. Smith says most people he knows feel the same way, “except for a few of those peacemakers.” He means protesters, a smattering of whom are picketing down the street.
Now I know what they mean by a cult of personality.--dg

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